Several years ago my husband’s uncle was in the hospital and we went to visit. We prayed that we would have uninterrupted time alone with him, so that we would have the freedom to pray and minister. When we arrived at the hospital we found him unresponsive, and in a coma-like condition. We prayed and spoke to him as if he could hear us. The Lord answered our prayers, and gave us ample time to do this. His uncle died shortly thereafter.

The Lord gave us this type of evangelistic ministry early in our Christian walk. We would visit relatives and people that we did not see often, or know very well. So when my husband’s uncle died, we wondered if he knew the Lord. I secretly prayed, and asked the Lord to show us if he was saved. I prayed “Lord . . . if Billy’s uncle knows you, please have Billy preach at his funeral, and don’t let a priest near him.” Unbeknownst to me, my husband prayed a similar prayer. He prayed that the priest would get lost on his way to the cemetery, and that he would be able to preach at his uncle’s funeral, and share the Gospel with his relatives.  (You will understand why we prayed that way if you read WF WHITE’S TESTIMONY and MY TESTIMONY.)

The day of the burial arrived, and all the family gathered at the cemetery waiting for the priest to arrive. We waited, and waited, and waited. No priest. After waiting quite a long time, my husband’s aunt asked him if he would say a few words in the priest’s absence. She said she couldn’t understand why the priest wasn’t there, because she had made all the arrangements by phone. My husband, hardly believing what had happened, shared the Gospel with his relatives that day. After he spoke we handed out bible tracts to all. We were both a bit apprehensive because this was unusual, and we didn’t know how it would be received by the family.

We left the cemetery after the burial was over and didn’t return home until that evening. It was very late when the phone rang. It was my husband’s aunt, calling to thank him for speaking. They spoke a little bit, and she told him that her husband had been fond of listening to Christian radio. That was an additional encouragement to us, knowing that his uncle had the opportunity to respond to a gospel invitation given on the radio! Then she told him what had happened to the priest who was scheduled to speak that day. He got lost on his way to the cemetery.

Other death bed ministry testimonies …



About Cathy

My name is Cathy White and I am a born again Christian, saved in 1988 at the age of 38. My mother was born again in her old age, in her 80's. Her name is Giannina which means "God is gracious."
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  1. lauren says:

    hehe the poor priest!! Praise God.


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